... at the poetry site,
Didn't go to bed 'til 3
I'm agog, my brain is fogged
I'm so tired I can't see!

Up all night
It is a fight
To keep myself awake!
I don't know which way to go,
My sanity's at stake!

Up all night
By iPad light
Hours I shouldn't keep!
I should slow, this I know,
I really need the sleep!

Up all night
Is not too bright!
I must live by conviction!
This I'll do, but I am blue
With poetry addiction!

Up all night
It isn't right
To have an aching head
Weary to bone, when I get home
I put myself to BED!!!


Soul Survivor

more than anything
I just want someone
to take me seriously
and treat me like an adult

Did you hear the catch in my throat when I said goodbye?
That's what I wanted to ask you, but you had gone to bed.
Not wanting to forget my question, I wrote it on a post-it note.
Must have fallen down in the night, because I found it
weeks later, when I dropped my pen behind the desk.
And there was this note asking if I heard the catch
in someone's throat when we said goodbye.
It took me a while to remember what it really was...
So there I was alone in my cavernously empty room
suddenly struck with the vivid image of that goodbye.
That goodbye.
There are no words for it. I just tried; and scribbled it all out.
Loneliness, by nature, is difficult to share.
I thought words might help.
No words.

i want to take sleeping pills
and huddle under sheets
waiting for the cobalt blue
mouth of night to
swallow me
maybe then loneliness
would take on a new form
and the cavernous shadows
would
be
warm against
my arms

What i showed beckyy, was for
her eyes and no one else
What i told beckyy
I only to her, And she never telt
What we did together
Was between us,
no one else Could see
When we both did something wrong
We came to each other
Just her and Me
But people are evil in this world
And like ******* with her mind
So now she has to leave
And find herself in her own time